MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

IT'S HOPELESS, SO HOPELESS TO EVEN TRY

- What do you think about my hot seat of love?

- Very hot -Tarek stared at him till they ended up bursting into laughter.

- Well, what can we do now, mon chérie? Shall we go back to the swinging London?

- There's nothing more swinging than you and I making that thing we've just made.

- You're absolutely right -he pulled his back tight against him.

- Just leave aside London so far. Now we are in la beau France and I don't plan a short term return.

- Hey, you can't shanghai me such a long time.

- Of course I can and I will do. You don't have any control, Efseryan. You better let yourself go.

- Oh, shit... he stopped his ironic speech while he watched lovingly calm as his husband's beautiful ass got out the bed.

- What? -he turned around suddenly, catching delighted his gaze on his ass.

- Nothing. I will do whatever you tell me, no matter how scandalous filthy could be.

- Easy, I just want you dress up and keep me some company taking a stroll along the beach.

- Oh, no. Not that -he buried his face on the pillow making himself a little nest with it, like a spoiled little brat.

- Why not? It's such a beautiful beach. We can wet our feet, even swimming. There's no people around.

- Our experiences in beaches had been negative. In our honeymoon you almost drowned me.

- You are so good at exaggerating and taking things out of proportion.

- And the stroll along Eastbourne beach ended up in our divorce.

He couldn't compete with Enzo's good memory. He remembered absolutely everything. He was right, beaches and them weren't a good combination.

- This beach will be different. It will bring us good luck. Come on, lazy -he pulled out his arm while Enzo resisted with all his might.

Les Sables d'Opale was a giant beach where the sand extended a lot of miles and Enzo didn't feel like walking. At the end Tarek got him out of the bed and they took that walk at sunset.

Enzo was sometimes a kind of supersticious maniac. He paid a lot of attention to the signals that life put in his life. The words about the beaches was no excuse to not doing some exercise, he believed firmly there were things that attracted the misfortune.

After a sumptuous dinner in the room where each one ate the other's food, Enzo kept asking annoyingly what's next.

- Won't you stop asking? I've told you, you are at my power.

- For how long?

- Oh, darling. You might be the rest of your life.

- You must be joking, beauty.

- Thank you for the compliment.

The next day, not very early to not disturb Enzo's sleep habits, they took a trip to Paris. But Tarek didn't tell him they were travelling to the French capital till they were almost arriving.

When Enzo knew Paris was their goal, after pissing him off the three hour trip, he jumped over the seat like the little child he used to be.

He had visited that city half dozen times although he had never visited it like a tourist. He always came here for business. For him Paris was synonym of refined hotels, haute cousine and haute couture. But above all shopping, shopping and shopping.